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boardwalk empire + favourite scenes/moments • [9/??] → The Pepper Tree (1.04)

∟”I was born in Elgin, Texas. My daddy taught himself the carpenter trade doing for the black folk there. And I tell you, anything that man put his hand to…table, chair, wedding chest…he make that wood sing. 

Now one day a man, Mr. T.O. Purcell, come round. He a white man, own his own store, a stable, hotel. He say to my daddy, “I hears you the finest carpenter in Elgin.” My daddy tell him, “well, I can’t say one way or the other, but I knows a bit about somethin’.” So Mr. T.O. Purcell take my daddy to this house he was building…biggest house in town. They walk in there, say, “this here gonna be the library. What you think ‘bout that?” My daddy say, “Well, I thinks you need some bookcases.” “Well then, that’s what I want you to make me.” 10 month my daddy work there. And then when he finished, he bring me round. “Mr. Purcell, this here my boy. I’d like to show him what I done.” “Well, come on in through the front door.” Just like that. And we did. When I seen them bookcases all carved with scroll and flowers, baskets of fruit, little angels floating in the corner, that was the most beautiful thing I ever seen. 

About a month later another man come round. “I seen what you did for T.O. I can’t let that old dog top me. You come round my house and I’ll show you what I need.” My daddy go with him to the edge of town. Wasn’t nothing there but six white men, 12’ of rope, and the pepper tree they hung him from.”

Did you know that his reaction was genuine? It was the first time, since doomsday, that David saw Billie. During the script read, they had blocked out Billie’s parts and made the rest of the cast/crew not to say anything. When Cathrine said “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”, he wasn’t acting as the confused doctor. He was actually confused and the director had him turn around. When he saw Billie, it was David been truly happy.

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boardwalk empire + favourite scenes/moments • [4/??] → Storm in a teacup (1.02) 

∟”There was a man once,  I don’t recall his name, frequented the billiard parlors downtown. He made a comfortable living wagering whether he could swallow certain objects, billiard balls being a specialty. He’d pick a ball, take it down his gullet to here, then regurgitate it back up.
And one evening I decided to challenge this man a wager, 10.000 in cash for him to do the trick with a billiard ball of my choosing. Now he knew I’d seen him do this a dozen times, so I can only surmise that he thought I was stupid. We laid down the cash and I handed him the cue ball. He swallowed it down. It lodged in his throat and he choked to death on the spot.
What I knew and he didn’t was that the cue ball was 1/16th of an inch larger than the other balls, just too large to swallow.”